You know there's two sides to every story
See I don't know why you're crying like a btch
Talkin sht like a snitch
Why'd you write a song bout me
If you didn't really care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel
Fk what I did, was your fault some how
Fk the presents, I threw all that sht out
Fk all this cryin, it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo,
Fk you right back
You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex, all alone
I had to, to do your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
I'm goin' else where and thats for fact
Fk all those nights I moaned real loud
Fk it I faked it, aren't you proud
Fk all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo
Your sex was wack
Oh, oh, uh huh yeah x4
You question did I care
Maybe I would have, If you would gone down me
Now it's over
But I do admit I'm glad
I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go
Oh, oh, uh huh yeah x4
You made me do this
Writer(s): Mark Passy, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Kirk Steid Robinson
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